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Thus ends The Rosary Bracelet. I plan to edit the rough draft on my word processor. The final print version will be different and possibly longer. Each chapter actually was a scene. I hope you enjoyed this novel in progress.
Friday, January 30, 2009
Chapter 33
Monica and I purchased a new 3-D Holographic Television. Monica's research in 3-D Volumetric Displays had directly led to the new 3-D technology sweeping the world. No longer did people have to watch television on flat 2-D screens. All you needed were two 3-D projection cameras to project the SCIRL beams, Supercontinuum Infrared Light beams. Where they met in the display volume, the 3-D image formed.
I could watch football games as if I were in the stadium. Just by changing positions in the living room, I could watch the game from a different angle. I could watch from any side or from the top of the 3-D Holographic Television. Monica's Chamberless 3-D Volumetric Display had become a commercial reality.
For years, 3-D televisions needed a display chamber with some sort of special gases like rare earth gases. The Chamberless 3-D Volumetric Display used ordinary air as the display medium for generating the 3-D images. It was much safer and cheaper than the old 3-D Chamber Holographic Televisions.
"You must be proud, Monica," I said to her as I watched the local news in 3-D.
"Actually," she said. "This is all part of the JDP."
"What do you mean?" I asked as I lay on the couch.
"I think we will be watching movies in the sky," said Monica. "You did work on the laser-based guidance system for that antisatellite weapon."
It finally occurred to me what Monica was saying. The US Department of Defense had deployed naval-based and land-based laser-guided antisatellite weapons all over the world. Networks of high powered lasers acting much like SCIRL beams scanned the skies daily in search of potential targets. A worldwide matrix of lasers was in place that could act much like the dual SCIRL beams required to generate 3-D holographic images in the sky. I explained my epiphany to Monica.
"Just how would the antisatellite laser network generate movies in the sky?" I asked Monica.
"Simple, anyone from the CIA could access the DoD computers and direct the worldwide laser matrix to generate 3-D images in the sky," she replied. I did a few calculations in my head. Monica was right. The videos in the sky would reveal all secrets somehow. With information about everybody in a computer somewhere, nobody was safe from having his or her life broadcast for the whole world to see in the sky, complete with audio.
Every 3-D television, every 2-D television, every cell-phone, every electronic device with video and audio capability would broadcast the life of every person who had ever lived. There would be no secret that would not be revealed.
"Monica, you recruited all those people including me to work on the Judgment Day Project," I said. "You realize with all the surveillance cameras everywhere, everyone on the planet is recorded wherever they go. That's why you recruited Larry, right?"
"Yes, everyone in the CIA plays a part of the JDP."
I truly understood from Monica that nothing in my life was an accident. God worked order through all the chaos. My Dual-Laser Guidance System for Project Whirlwind was actually ordained by the Lord so that no secret would be left undiscovered. Evil relies on secrecy for its very being. We in the CIA were waging the War on Evil.
"How soon will this happen?" I asked God Himself.
"Do you hear the cries of lamentation all over the world?" the Lord said to me.
"Yes, I do," Isaid. Monica and I went outside our house in Las Vegas. We looked in the night sky. Against the darkness, we saw a huge aerial vision of the cross of fire surrounded by the Rosary of fire. All the people in the city had gathered in the streets to watch the videos in the sky. I looked down at my cell phone screen and I could see the cross of fire surrounded by the Rosary of fire. When I looked in the sky, I saw multitudes watching the Story of the World, the story of every person who had ever lived from Adam and Eve to Monica and I watching the Story of the World.
People watched in amazement at the videos in the sky. Fights broke out as people discovered their lovers' infidelities. Swindlers were revealed and their victims retaliated. Corrupt politicians were exposed as the videos in the sky continued for seven weeks. For 49 days and nights, no story was left untold, not even mine. Screams could be heard from all over the world, as people prayed for mercy from the Lord. Foreboding terrorized those who knew their turn would come for all the world to know their secrets. Those who had plenty to hide, ran and hid.
Nobody could hide though. Giant television screens on the Las Vegas Strip exposed every secret. Every computer monitor, every 2-D television, every 3-D television, every movie theater, every radio, every cell phone, every communication device revealed all good works as well as sins.
Monica and I enjoyed the aerial Story of the World. We held hands as we watched the show. When it was all over, I looked down at her wrist and admired the white rosary bracelet. The world could never be the same again. It was not the end of the world. It was the End of This World.
I could watch football games as if I were in the stadium. Just by changing positions in the living room, I could watch the game from a different angle. I could watch from any side or from the top of the 3-D Holographic Television. Monica's Chamberless 3-D Volumetric Display had become a commercial reality.
For years, 3-D televisions needed a display chamber with some sort of special gases like rare earth gases. The Chamberless 3-D Volumetric Display used ordinary air as the display medium for generating the 3-D images. It was much safer and cheaper than the old 3-D Chamber Holographic Televisions.
"You must be proud, Monica," I said to her as I watched the local news in 3-D.
"Actually," she said. "This is all part of the JDP."
"What do you mean?" I asked as I lay on the couch.
"I think we will be watching movies in the sky," said Monica. "You did work on the laser-based guidance system for that antisatellite weapon."
It finally occurred to me what Monica was saying. The US Department of Defense had deployed naval-based and land-based laser-guided antisatellite weapons all over the world. Networks of high powered lasers acting much like SCIRL beams scanned the skies daily in search of potential targets. A worldwide matrix of lasers was in place that could act much like the dual SCIRL beams required to generate 3-D holographic images in the sky. I explained my epiphany to Monica.
"Just how would the antisatellite laser network generate movies in the sky?" I asked Monica.
"Simple, anyone from the CIA could access the DoD computers and direct the worldwide laser matrix to generate 3-D images in the sky," she replied. I did a few calculations in my head. Monica was right. The videos in the sky would reveal all secrets somehow. With information about everybody in a computer somewhere, nobody was safe from having his or her life broadcast for the whole world to see in the sky, complete with audio.
Every 3-D television, every 2-D television, every cell-phone, every electronic device with video and audio capability would broadcast the life of every person who had ever lived. There would be no secret that would not be revealed.
"Monica, you recruited all those people including me to work on the Judgment Day Project," I said. "You realize with all the surveillance cameras everywhere, everyone on the planet is recorded wherever they go. That's why you recruited Larry, right?"
"Yes, everyone in the CIA plays a part of the JDP."
I truly understood from Monica that nothing in my life was an accident. God worked order through all the chaos. My Dual-Laser Guidance System for Project Whirlwind was actually ordained by the Lord so that no secret would be left undiscovered. Evil relies on secrecy for its very being. We in the CIA were waging the War on Evil.
"How soon will this happen?" I asked God Himself.
"Do you hear the cries of lamentation all over the world?" the Lord said to me.
"Yes, I do," Isaid. Monica and I went outside our house in Las Vegas. We looked in the night sky. Against the darkness, we saw a huge aerial vision of the cross of fire surrounded by the Rosary of fire. All the people in the city had gathered in the streets to watch the videos in the sky. I looked down at my cell phone screen and I could see the cross of fire surrounded by the Rosary of fire. When I looked in the sky, I saw multitudes watching the Story of the World, the story of every person who had ever lived from Adam and Eve to Monica and I watching the Story of the World.
People watched in amazement at the videos in the sky. Fights broke out as people discovered their lovers' infidelities. Swindlers were revealed and their victims retaliated. Corrupt politicians were exposed as the videos in the sky continued for seven weeks. For 49 days and nights, no story was left untold, not even mine. Screams could be heard from all over the world, as people prayed for mercy from the Lord. Foreboding terrorized those who knew their turn would come for all the world to know their secrets. Those who had plenty to hide, ran and hid.
Nobody could hide though. Giant television screens on the Las Vegas Strip exposed every secret. Every computer monitor, every 2-D television, every 3-D television, every movie theater, every radio, every cell phone, every communication device revealed all good works as well as sins.
Monica and I enjoyed the aerial Story of the World. We held hands as we watched the show. When it was all over, I looked down at her wrist and admired the white rosary bracelet. The world could never be the same again. It was not the end of the world. It was the End of This World.
Chapter 32
For years, Monica worked at Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital recruiting operatives for the CIA. Many of the patients had visions of the Sign of the CIA like I had. Like me, they had to be awakened to who they really were, instruments of God's will. While secular society considered us to be insane for testifying to the Lord, Monica knew many of God's operatives were being persecuted because we knew too much.
We all had pieces of the JDP, or Judgment Day Project. Monica had worked on the Chamberless 3-Dimensional Volumetric Display as her dissertation topic at Catholic University of America. I had worked on Project Whirlwind, the antisatellite weapon system of the United States Department of Defense. I managed to secure a professorship at the University of Nevada Las Vegas in the Department of Physics, the same place where I had earned my bachelor's degree.
All we knew about the JDP was that all secrets would be revealed. "What about my sister? Who murdered her?" I asked Monica.
"All secrets will be revealed," she said. "When the Big Surprise happens, you will know who killed your sister and her family." I had learned that my father died of a heart attack, and my mother died of a stroke six months later.
Monica recruited quite a bunch of misfits from Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital. For example, David Park, a Korean-American had worked for the US Patent and Trademark Office as a Patent Examiner. Before being diagnosed as schizophrenic, he had prosecuted patents for electrical devices. He held a master's degree in electrical engineering from UCLA.
Janet Tollefsen, a bipolar person, specialized in database programming, Artificial Intelligence, and quantum crytography. Larry Schwartz had worked in video surveillance at Caesar's Palace. He was fired when he was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. All of these talented people came from Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital. They weren't crazy; God just called them to work as His instruments on the JDP, whatever it was.
We all had pieces of the JDP, or Judgment Day Project. Monica had worked on the Chamberless 3-Dimensional Volumetric Display as her dissertation topic at Catholic University of America. I had worked on Project Whirlwind, the antisatellite weapon system of the United States Department of Defense. I managed to secure a professorship at the University of Nevada Las Vegas in the Department of Physics, the same place where I had earned my bachelor's degree.
All we knew about the JDP was that all secrets would be revealed. "What about my sister? Who murdered her?" I asked Monica.
"All secrets will be revealed," she said. "When the Big Surprise happens, you will know who killed your sister and her family." I had learned that my father died of a heart attack, and my mother died of a stroke six months later.
Monica recruited quite a bunch of misfits from Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital. For example, David Park, a Korean-American had worked for the US Patent and Trademark Office as a Patent Examiner. Before being diagnosed as schizophrenic, he had prosecuted patents for electrical devices. He held a master's degree in electrical engineering from UCLA.
Janet Tollefsen, a bipolar person, specialized in database programming, Artificial Intelligence, and quantum crytography. Larry Schwartz had worked in video surveillance at Caesar's Palace. He was fired when he was diagnosed with borderline personality disorder. All of these talented people came from Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital. They weren't crazy; God just called them to work as His instruments on the JDP, whatever it was.
Chapter 31
"So you found the woman to wear your rosary bracelet, finally," said Dr. Robertson.
"Yes, that was about six years ago," I said to the therapist. "Monica and I are married now."
"Michael, I don't understand one thing. What was the Judgment Day Project?"
"Nobody knows for sure. All we know is God has a Big Surprise for the world."
With that, I paid Dr. Robertson my co-pay of $20. That would be the last time I would see the therapist.
"Yes, that was about six years ago," I said to the therapist. "Monica and I are married now."
"Michael, I don't understand one thing. What was the Judgment Day Project?"
"Nobody knows for sure. All we know is God has a Big Surprise for the world."
With that, I paid Dr. Robertson my co-pay of $20. That would be the last time I would see the therapist.
Chapter 30
Monica explained everything to me. "CIA also stands for 'Christians In Action'. I also belong to 'Catholics In Action', a subset of Christians In Action. Together our movement is larger than the Central Intelligence Agency. We have operatives in every part of society, and we are older than the United States itself."
"So what does that make me?"
"I'm recruiting you for the CIA," said Monica. "We in the CIA have been working for centuries on the JDP." She took out from her brief bag a folio with a black cover. On the cover was a picture of a golden cross surrounded by a golden Rosary. "Do you recognize this?"
"That's the vision of Dyos," I said. "I once saw the vision as a cross of fire surrounded by a Rosary of fire in the dark."
"The golden cross and the golden Rosary are the Sign of Catholics In Action. The gold color represents the fire of the Holy Spirit, with fire being the light of His wisdom. The light will shine in the darkness. All secrets will be revealed."
"That's what God told me a long time ago."
"Because you had the vision of the Sign of the CIA, I know the Lord has chosen you for some special purpose. You truly belong with us in the CIA."
"What happens now?" I asked Monica.
With the hand bearing the white rosary bracelet, Monica took my hand in hers and looked into my eyes. "I lost you once, and I'll never lose you again, Michael my love." Monica opened the folio with the Sign of the CIA and showed me the JDP, the Judgment Day Project."
"So what does that make me?"
"I'm recruiting you for the CIA," said Monica. "We in the CIA have been working for centuries on the JDP." She took out from her brief bag a folio with a black cover. On the cover was a picture of a golden cross surrounded by a golden Rosary. "Do you recognize this?"
"That's the vision of Dyos," I said. "I once saw the vision as a cross of fire surrounded by a Rosary of fire in the dark."
"The golden cross and the golden Rosary are the Sign of Catholics In Action. The gold color represents the fire of the Holy Spirit, with fire being the light of His wisdom. The light will shine in the darkness. All secrets will be revealed."
"That's what God told me a long time ago."
"Because you had the vision of the Sign of the CIA, I know the Lord has chosen you for some special purpose. You truly belong with us in the CIA."
"What happens now?" I asked Monica.
With the hand bearing the white rosary bracelet, Monica took my hand in hers and looked into my eyes. "I lost you once, and I'll never lose you again, Michael my love." Monica opened the folio with the Sign of the CIA and showed me the JDP, the Judgment Day Project."
Chapter 29
I slept in a warm bed that evening, although it was another psychiatric hospital. If I played my cards right, I could avoid the restraint room and tolerate their medications. God knows I spent six years developing a tolerance for psychiatric medication in San Diego. In the morning, someone knocked on my room door and said, "Breakfast!"
I stumbled out of bed and walked to the dining area of the ward. The hospital used picnic benches of park-quality as dining tables. The tall psychiatric technician wearing a Smokey Bear yelled out the patients' names. He looked like a reject from the Marine Corps.
"Michael Sanglao!" he yelled. I walked up to him, and he handed me a tray of food. Scrambled eggs, toast, milk, orange slices, and a single serving box of cereal were on the tray. I ate my breakfast, while trying to ignore the other patients. One woman had an argument with her imaginary and invisible husband. A man said, "I'm Superman!" Another man said, "No, I'm Superman!" A woman said, "I'm Batman."
"How can you be Batman, Judy?" said the Smokey Bear wearing psychiatric technician. "You're a woman."
When I finished eating breakfast, I dumped my tray like all the other patients did. The psychiatric technician then said to me, "Dr. Ambrosio will see you now."
"Who's Dr. Ambrosio?"
"Your psychiatrist!" said the tall technicians. "Is this the first time you've been in a mental institution?"
A psychiatric nurse named Debbie escorted me to the office where I met the first psychiatric nurse, Sandra. She opened the door, and I walked into the office. There I saw her.
"Dr. Natasha Ambrosio," said the woman to me. "I'll be your psychiatrist during your stay." I closed the door behind me. It was just me and Dr. Ambrosio...
She jumped out from behind the desk and kissed me. Dr. Natasha Ambrosio was actually Monica Cabrerra from the Naval Research Laboratory. "I also go by Dr. Monica Cabrerra," she said after our passionate kiss. "I've been looking for you for years."
As much as I was happy to see Monica again, I had to ask. "Monica, why are you a psychiatrist going by the name, 'Dr. Natasha Ambrosio'? I thought you were studying for Ph.D. in physics at Catholic University."
"I'm with the CIA, and have been for years," she said to me. "I had to pose as a psychiatrist to find you."
"CIA?" I said. "Central Intelligence Agency?"
"Yes and no." Monica reached out her hand to me. "I believe you have something for me."
I placed the rosary bracelet on Monica wrist. "Will you be my girlfriend?" I said to her.
"Always and forever," she replied. She took me in her arms, and again we kissed as new lovers.
I stumbled out of bed and walked to the dining area of the ward. The hospital used picnic benches of park-quality as dining tables. The tall psychiatric technician wearing a Smokey Bear yelled out the patients' names. He looked like a reject from the Marine Corps.
"Michael Sanglao!" he yelled. I walked up to him, and he handed me a tray of food. Scrambled eggs, toast, milk, orange slices, and a single serving box of cereal were on the tray. I ate my breakfast, while trying to ignore the other patients. One woman had an argument with her imaginary and invisible husband. A man said, "I'm Superman!" Another man said, "No, I'm Superman!" A woman said, "I'm Batman."
"How can you be Batman, Judy?" said the Smokey Bear wearing psychiatric technician. "You're a woman."
When I finished eating breakfast, I dumped my tray like all the other patients did. The psychiatric technician then said to me, "Dr. Ambrosio will see you now."
"Who's Dr. Ambrosio?"
"Your psychiatrist!" said the tall technicians. "Is this the first time you've been in a mental institution?"
A psychiatric nurse named Debbie escorted me to the office where I met the first psychiatric nurse, Sandra. She opened the door, and I walked into the office. There I saw her.
"Dr. Natasha Ambrosio," said the woman to me. "I'll be your psychiatrist during your stay." I closed the door behind me. It was just me and Dr. Ambrosio...
She jumped out from behind the desk and kissed me. Dr. Natasha Ambrosio was actually Monica Cabrerra from the Naval Research Laboratory. "I also go by Dr. Monica Cabrerra," she said after our passionate kiss. "I've been looking for you for years."
As much as I was happy to see Monica again, I had to ask. "Monica, why are you a psychiatrist going by the name, 'Dr. Natasha Ambrosio'? I thought you were studying for Ph.D. in physics at Catholic University."
"I'm with the CIA, and have been for years," she said to me. "I had to pose as a psychiatrist to find you."
"CIA?" I said. "Central Intelligence Agency?"
"Yes and no." Monica reached out her hand to me. "I believe you have something for me."
I placed the rosary bracelet on Monica wrist. "Will you be my girlfriend?" I said to her.
"Always and forever," she replied. She took me in her arms, and again we kissed as new lovers.
Chapter 28
The police officer drove me in his police car to the corner of Oakey and Jones Boulevards. The sign at the corner said, "Rawson-Neale Psychiatric Hospital." Bingo!
The officer pushed the door bell by the gate. An African-American woman opened the gate of the hospital, and took me inside. She had me sit in an office. "I'm Sandra, one of the psych nurses. What brings you here?"
"I have an urgent message for the President of the United States," I said.
"Which is?" asked the nurse.
"The Russians are plotting to use an antisatellite weapon I developed to destroy the US defense satellite network."
"I see." She took out some sheets of paper and a pen. "What is your name?"
"Dr. Michael Sanglao of the Office of Naval Research. I'm a Navy physicist."
"Where were you born?"
"Here in Las Vegas."
"Do you hear voices in your head?"
"Yes, God speaks to me all the time."
"Do you possess any special powers?"
"I can talk to God and see things nobody else can see."
"What kinds of things do you see?"
"I once saw a cross made of fire surrounded by a Rosary of fire."
"I see," said the nurse. She jotted down notes on her sheets of paper. "So you're some sort of scientist?"
"Yes," I said.
"I see you have a problem with delusions," the nurse said. "You were walking the streets of Las Vegas aimlessly with no money and yet you claim to be a scientist."
"That's right," I said. "I received my Ph.D. from Harvard."
"Grandiosity and delusions," the nurse said. "I have no choice but to admit you involuntarily to this facility. The doctor will see you tomorrow."
The officer pushed the door bell by the gate. An African-American woman opened the gate of the hospital, and took me inside. She had me sit in an office. "I'm Sandra, one of the psych nurses. What brings you here?"
"I have an urgent message for the President of the United States," I said.
"Which is?" asked the nurse.
"The Russians are plotting to use an antisatellite weapon I developed to destroy the US defense satellite network."
"I see." She took out some sheets of paper and a pen. "What is your name?"
"Dr. Michael Sanglao of the Office of Naval Research. I'm a Navy physicist."
"Where were you born?"
"Here in Las Vegas."
"Do you hear voices in your head?"
"Yes, God speaks to me all the time."
"Do you possess any special powers?"
"I can talk to God and see things nobody else can see."
"What kinds of things do you see?"
"I once saw a cross made of fire surrounded by a Rosary of fire."
"I see," said the nurse. She jotted down notes on her sheets of paper. "So you're some sort of scientist?"
"Yes," I said.
"I see you have a problem with delusions," the nurse said. "You were walking the streets of Las Vegas aimlessly with no money and yet you claim to be a scientist."
"That's right," I said. "I received my Ph.D. from Harvard."
"Grandiosity and delusions," the nurse said. "I have no choice but to admit you involuntarily to this facility. The doctor will see you tomorrow."
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